Here’s the chairless front of my house. Thank heavens I wasn’t testing the waters with the Reading Frog Garden Sculpture which is safely inside.
These particular missing lawn chairs were more or less bait. Old and prone to collapsing, no writing on them, only someone desperate and deluded would want them. They were handy for setting down parcels before I unlocked the door, for using as coffee stands while sitting in good chairs (which were taken back inside after).
But yes, sometimes I feel under siege, even though I know its pub crawlers, crawling on down the street. Whatta neighbourhood, eh?
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